#so are you going to keep watching the anime or not

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sinful sentence (five)

lando norris - "you're so very tempting..."

tags: smut/pwp, friends-with-benefits (with feelings), simp!lando, sanrio plushies, possessive behavior, jealousy & manipulation, safe sex

the sinful sentences catalogue

this was not according to plan. this was supposed to be fun. you should be honoured really, lando never liked tapping the same girl twice. let alone three, four, five, seven times. he had lost count the amount of times he had fucked you into the mattress of his bed. watched you reach climax in the sea of soft pillows, your heavy pants into the light grey pillowcases as your back arched with a primal want.

but what started out as a means to an end. had become something a little more intense. it was like lighting matches in a gas station, the inferno was bound to happen. and it all started over a fucking stuffed animal.

"liam got you this?" he asked as he plucked it off of your bed, "are you fucking him?" he tried to keep the jealousy at bay.

"no!" you said as you crossed your arms and looked at him, "you know people give gifts to each other and not just when they're apologizing for something." you had a vast collection of luxury items from lando because he fucked up. you didn't know why he was getting jealous of liam.

lando looked at the stuffed animal, it was of hello kitty or one of those little sanrio things. the marketable plushie that seemed to invade every female's bedroom like mold. lando hated the thing. he looked at it and said, "you're so very tempting... tempting to throw in the trash." and the toy was taken from his hand and you wrapped your arms around it quickly. the face of the toy was right in the valley of your breasts that were covered by your bra.

"excuse me! don't talk that way to my melody!" that was the name of it, "be nice to her!"

lando made a face, "i would be nice to her, if she wasn't given to you by that fucker." he got into bed with you. he got his hands on either side of you and leaned you further back into the bed, "i don't like him touching what is min."

you frowned, "we're just friends, lando. you didn't want commitment, remember?" lando's biggest failure. it wasn't on the track, but rather not pinning you down. he said he was casual and he had regretted it every day since.

"well, unless you wanna be used by drivers until your worn out like a tire, i suggest you limit your driver fucking to one." to him. and you shoved him before you laid back in bed. the toy discarded to the other side of the bed.

"i didn't think you were capable of being so fucking possessive." you said before you pulled him by the front of his t-shirt. you sealed your lips against his and he started to get his joggers off. his stupid fucking words excited you sexually. and while it was all casual, it was nice to see him get so wound up over you.

you knew he was a sucker for you, and you flirted with that idea. liam didn't get you the stuffed animal, you bought it yourself at the drug store and lied to lando about it. to watch the british driver bite his words because some rookie is trying to get in his territory. it was cute in its patheticness. his clothes came off along with your undergarments.

you watched lando angrily grab one of the condoms out of the box on the nightstand and get it on before his situations himself between your legs. his handsome eyes bore into your heated flesh like he was trying to make holes in your skin. only he got to see you like this, under him and sexually needy.

when he sank into you, he cursed under his breath. you fit like a vice and even with the condom on, he could still feel the heat of your pussy. this was why he didn't want liam lawson to be sniffing around what it is. yeah, it was casual, but that didn't mean lando had to share. call him a selfish prick for that, he didn't care. you were his, and no rookie was going to take that from him.

especially when he leaned forward and started to move against you. he maintained eye contact as he thrusted against you. he held onto the covers under you as used the surface as leverage to work his cock inside of you. the bed creaked under the movements and the slick sounds of fucking filled the air paired with your heated noises.

"shit, that's it. that feels good." lando licked his lips and made eye contact with the stuffed toy near the wall. its plastic eyes watched lando ruin your cunt. stuff it full of him. he knew it was stupid, but he grinned wickedly at the toy as he continued to move against you.

he wished he could take photos of what he was doing to you right at that moment. show liam exactly how to pleasure a woman of your caliber. lando was certain that liam wouldn't even make you cum, that you'd have to fake an orgasm. but you've never faked with lando, he knew it. because he knew your body like he knew his. how to hit at just the right spots to make you see stars.

this casual affair between you two was heated to its roots. lando wanted you more than just sexually. but no amount of luxury he could give you was enough. you weren't easily swayed by material goods. as you once told him, "i'm not a crow, no need to distract me with shiny objects." but lando knew he was going mad every time he saw you with someone else.

you sated every need in his body, why couldn't you simply be his? why did you have to keep so close to the terms of being casual. lando needed you and he didn't need someone else trying to worm their way into your life. he couldn't allow it, he wouldn't allow it.

"look at you, under me. don't need plushies when you got me. you hated gifts, what made lawson so special."

you pushed your luck as you replied, "because he's actually a gentleman. not a panting dog looking to get his dick sucked every hour of every day. he at least knows how to treat a woman." it was all utter bullshit, but you felt lando's pace stagger for a moment from your words.

"bigger than me, princess?" he panted heavily, "does it stretch you out the way i do? leave you a mess? i know you talk big game about wanting a gentleman. so i need to know, is he bigger?"

you reached out and held onto his shoulders tightly, "no." then pulled him in for another kiss. you moaned into the kiss and tightened your thighs around his waist as he fucked you with heavy strokes. the pleasure made your head throb as the he clutched onto the covers tighter.

the pleasure was intense, the movements were rough. the sexual electricity was felt between you two as the kisses got more heated. you liked when lando became a man possessed when it came to his envy. he was a slave to his jealousy when it really gripped him. his breathing were heavy pants as he continued to move against you. the pleasure was a monster inside of him as his movements continued.

when he broke the kiss, he looked down at you with a glint in his eye, "he could never fuck you like this. he could never take you the way i do. he's a pussy." he pressed into you further, his pace was brutal and it made you only hotter.

your orgasm felt close the more he fucked you. the more his heavy thrusts made your mind go blank for a split second. you held onto his shoulders tightly and let him use your pussy to his liking. taking every ounce of pleasure that he could give you. if he was jealous then you were greedy for his cock.

he was right, no one else could ever have you the way he did. no other man could bring you to climax the way he did. he had re-wired your brain sexually that other hook-ups seemed so bland. lando knew exactly how to fuck you. so it was no surprise that after another round of heated kisses, you held onto him tightly and your toes curled.

you came around his cock and he soon came in the condom. you tensed up and lurched forward from the sensation and he kept you pinned down as you both finished. then slowly he came to a stop and grabbed you by the face to kiss you once more.

lando groaned against the kiss and he rubbed his softening cock inside of you to get that extra bit of pleasure before he felt content with what he had done. when he pulled out. he got up to toss the condom and when he got into bed. he grabbed the plush and looked it in its plastic eyes.

before he could make more threats to it. you plucked it from his hands, "either your nice to it or you can make yourself comfortable on my couch tonight."

he made a face and mentally promised himself. is liam lawson thought your affection was for sale, then lando would have to double the offer and make sure that you didn't end up in that rookie's arms. <3

[arkhambug]

JASON TODD thought it’d be fun to take you to a bar — one with a mechanical bull, after Roy’d told him about it.

Jason had remembered you saying something about riding one once, offhandedly, and the statement had wiggled itself into the grooves of his brain, firmly there. and he really wanted to see you do it.

and it’s not even sexual, it’s not supposed to be; he’d seen the videos of people doing tricks and shit online, or landing on their asses. and he really just wanted to see what you’d do.

so he takes you — and you get gussied up, in those pretty low rise jeans that show off your tummy, and a shirt that hugs everything just right and shows off your collar bones, and the navy blue and black ariats he’d bought you, and you two go.

and you approach the ring like you’re a fucking champion fighter, and he’s immediately excited.

and then he’s watching you bounce on the metal animals back, watching your hips roll in tandem with every buck as the man on the control board tries his damndest to throw you off, watching the way your forearm tenses as you hold onto the strap while your free hand comes to steady yourself behind you against the faux-hide.

and then you do some insane shit, and launch yourself up as the bull makes a particularly sharp turn around, leg swinging over its lowered head as your hips buck away, and land on it fucking backwards — hands braced in front of you as you keep following the way it moves, hair messy and sweat pooling on your brows and the nape of your neck.

and Jason almost cums in his pants, then and there, the sight of you so fucking entrancing he feels himself start to fatten up and his breath hitches in his throat.

a/n based on that one line from my last post lmaooooo (i need him BADDDDDD)

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS men - "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

dialogue only, slight crack, 1 gendered term used ("ma'am" by Sylus)

content warning: swearing, implied vore (Rafayel), suggestive themes (Sylus)

Xavier ✨

"Xavier, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"..."

"...Why are you hesitating"

"Oh, sorry, I'm not. I was just thinking what kind of worm you'd be and what you'd need to be kept happy and safe. I'd need to build you some kind of enclosure... But if you were a worm, how would I know which things you like and which you don't? Worms can't talk. I guess I'd have to learn how to speak worm and watch you really closely."

"I'm sure if anyone could make me a happy worm, it'd be you."

"I'm glad you think so. Still, worms are so small and fragile... Please, don't turn into a worm. I don't think my heart could take worrying so much about you."

"Don't worry, I won't! It's just an internet meme."

"Good. Then it's settled. Neither of us will ever turn into worms. If we have to become animals, let's be cats or birds. Together. So we can talk and be equals."

Zayne ❄️

"Zayne, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"...Sigh."

"Well? Would you, would youuu?"

"Yes. I would become a worm doctor and make sure you are the happiest, healthiest worm. Is that a satisfying answer?"

"Very!"

"Good. Any other hypothetical questions you'd like to ask?"

"Hmm... What kind of worm do you think I'd be?"

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar enough with different worm species to answer that question in a scientifically accurate way. However, I can guarantee you, you would be a worm that is beloved by Zayne."

Rafayel 🪸

"Rafayel, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Uhm, duh?? You'd be the cutest little worm, I'd eat you and keep you safe in my stomach."

"...What"

"What"

"You could've stopped at 'yes' and calling me cute."

"Yeah? Well, what about you? What would you do if I turned into a handsome, talented worm?"

"I wouldn't eat you, that's for sure."

"I guess it'd be a shame to waste such a special worm for a meal. You could make me a little worm art studio and then sell my artworks. That way, I could take care of you, even if I was a worm."

"Do you think worms look tasty, Rafayel"

"Of course I don't! But I think you'd be a delicious-looking, tasty little worm."

"...I'm starting to regret asking."

"I literally did nothing wrong."

"You brought vore into this house!"

"Jesus spoke the truth and they hated him for it, too"

"Who the fuck is Jesus"

Sylus 🥀

"Sylus, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Heh. What a strange question. Where did that come from?"

"It's an internet meme."

"Well, of course, I would, sweetie. After all, who could resist an adorable worm like you? I'd find an architect and a gardener to design you the largest, most luxurious enclosure, so that you could have the most opportunity to thrive out of any worm in the universe. Every day, I'd tell you how much I love you. And I'd subdue the world, so they'd worship the ground you burrow in."

"...Sylus, I think we gotta have sex now."

"Oh? I didn't know a bit of worm talk could get you so riled up, sweetie."

"You know this isn't about the worm."

"Haha."

"Take off your clothes"

"Yes, ma'am~"

Caleb 🍎

"Caleb, would you—"

"Yes."

"You don't even know what I was gonna—"

"You were going to ask me if I would still love if you were a worm, right?"

"..."

"The answer is yes. Hundred times yes."

"...It'd be nice if you let me finish my question."

"Oh. Okay! Ask me again, I'll wait this time."

"Caleb, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Yes!"

"How did you know what I was going to ask anyway?"

"I heard you the other day discussing the meme with your friends. I figured you'd ask sooner or later."

"Hmph."

"Soooo... Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"You're already a worm and I love you just fine, don't I?"

[balladofboothill]

Joe burrow x EMT

note : wrote this purely off kissing a tree with your car brownies and 10hrs of shitty sleep

warnings : brief talk of medical stuff, the q word, couple sex jokes and very short

Like any medical household, the q word is banned (quiet)

"Why the fuck is it so quiet here" Ja'marr comes busting in through the doorway, disturbing the much needed peace of the household, joe shushed him right away as the last time he said the q word he got a stuffed animal thrown his way, "we never speak of the q word here" Joe says quietly as Ja'marr gives him a look as if he has four heads.

Joe asks the strangest questions

"What happens if someone's dick snaps off during sex?" Joe asks, randomly at 4am, "uhhhhh, I don't know, why?" You ask, "dunno just wondering" Joe answered with this strange look in his eye, still slightly confused at why he's asking this, another time while eating dinner he asked what would happen if someone stuck a carrot in their eyes.

Med truck sex.

JK! But he did ask if that was possible while he was watching you load it. "Could you ride me on that stretcher?" Joe asks in a bland tone for the question he just asked. "Joe baby, great idea but I'd like to keep my job." You answered to him, clearly joking upset

Thinks it's the coolest thing that he now has a personal nurse for when he's sick

Man flu is the worst thing to ever happen to men, Joe is 100% down for the count, acting like he's gonna puke his lungs out, "nurse can you please give me some cough meds" Joe begged as best he could between the coughs, "yeah here." You said as you hand him the cough meds, "this isn't what I expected to be using my schooling for" you though to yourself, praying you don't get sick next

If his friends get injured while they're doing guy things he'll text you a picture and ask what to do

A text pings during your lunch break of a photo that Joe sent, it's of a pretty sizable open cut with a fishing hook stuck in it, Joe had taken a couple high school friends fishing at your family's pond earlier before your shift, texting back "don't remove the hook, cut the line and go to the ER", a couple hours later you receive a photo of the stitched up cut

any EMT is awful to watch football with

Watching a random college game after a long shift with Joe should have been relaxing until you get bored and start commentating the injuries that can happen, "during my first week I saw a player snap his entire latissimus dorsi" you commentate as Joe looks in slight horror

Thank you for reading :) please reblog to support writers!!<3

[miizuzu]

You were doing your usual routine, stopping at the window of the pet store as you walked home from work. You always loved animals and especially cats, your attention was drawn towards a new addition they have, a beauty with pure white fur and stunning blue eyes. 

You felt like you fell in love at first sight, you've never seen such a beautiful cat before. It was as if the cat also fell in love with you, it moved towards the glass and put its paw on the glass, as you mirrored its action on the other side. 

Your legs were moving on their own as they brought you inside of the shop. Shortly after, you left the shop together with your new cat, Satoru.

Satoru refuses to go inside the cardboard box they provided and you decide to just carry him in your arms, you wrap your scarf around him to protect him from the winter air as you rush home. 

Upon arriving home, Satoru wandered around every corner curiously. You were trying to find what you had at home to set up a temporary litter box for him, you never expected to come home with a new cat. You quickly ordered everything online, paying for express delivery to have them here the next day. 

You looked through your fridge to see what you had that Satoru could eat. You felt luck was on your side when you remembered you bought some salmon for your sudden cravings. 

Satoru jumped onto the kitchen counter and just sat there as he watched you prepare dinner. You were humming a soft melody as you cooked, Satoru curling into a soft fur ball and you could hear him purring. You baked Satoru's portion, thinking it would be the healthiest option for him, you haven't really studied what a cat can or cannot eat. You made sure the fish was cooled before putting it on a small plate and putting it across from where you normally sit. 

It was as if Satoru knew, he strides to his plate and takes a small bite. It was as if his eyes started shining before diving down towards the plate again, taking big bites as he wolfs the fish down. You watched him as started chuckling, he was acting like he was starving, you were glad he liked your cooking. 

After finishing dinner and cleaning up, you decided to take a quick shower. Satoru followed as you walked to your room to grab your clothes, before following you to the bathroom. Jumping on the counter and sitting there as you got out of your dirty clothes, you could almost feel embarrassed when you saw his eyes dilated as he watched you. 

“Stop staring, perverted cat.” You giggled and blooped his nose, making him meow at you before jumping off the counter and walking out of the bathroom. You end up taking a bit longer since the warm water felt so nice on a cold winter night. 

You noticed Satoru curling into a ball again, you walked over to him and carried him to sit on your lap while you watched TV as you lightly pet him. You started feeling sleepy after a while and went to brush your teeth and Satoru followed you again. He followed you to your bedroom, you climbed into bed and he stayed, almost as if he was waiting for your approval to join you in bed. You held up your covers and patted the bed, he jumped onto the bed and curled around your arm, snuggled as close as he could.

You couldn't help but giggle when you woke up the next morning, looking down on Satoru's sleeping position, it was as if he was human, sleeping while laying on his back, belly left defenseless, both forelimbs up and beside his head like someone was surrendering. You took your phone and snapped a bunch of pictures before actually getting up to get ready for work. 

You asked your neighbor, Fushiguro, to help you keep an eye on your packages. He lazyly nodded as he yawned and walked back into his house. 

The coffee shop was slow today, which made you wonder if Satoru was going to be alright by himself. He was still sleeping when you left for work, would he panic when he noticed you were not home? He seems like a very clingy cat. Your phone notification pops up indicating your packages have arrived and someone signed for them. You made a mental note to thank Fushiguro later. 

More customers start flooding in as it gets closer to lunch time, you and your two coworkers were clearing the line quite efficiently, you were minding your own business until you heard one of your coworkers squealing. Your next customer caught your eyes, white hair and blue eyes reminds you of your new feline friend at home. By the way your coworkers reacted it would seem like he was a regular, but you weren't really a people person and don't usually pay attention. 

His order actually makes you laugh, it consists of half a cup of cream and sugar with an enormous amount of whipped cream with a drop of coffee. You cringed at his order before asking for his name for when the drink was ready. 

“Satoru Gojo.” 

Your brow raised in surprise, not only does he remind you of your cat, he also shares a name with it. 

“Whatcha starin at? I know I look good but I'll blush if you stare that hard.” He openly jokes.

“Nothing, you share the same name as my new cat. Kinda reminds me of him.” You started working on his order.

“Whoever named him has good taste.” he smirks and nods with approval. 

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't get stuck behind your skull. Never had you met someone so arrogant before. You quickly finished with his drink so he could stop talking to him. 

“Here you go Mr. Gojo, have a nice day.” You handed him his diabetes in a cup.

“I like you, you should tell me your number.”

“No thanks, not interested.”

“Oh come on! I feel like we would be VERY compatible, I also would like to see your cat some day.” 

You deadpan stared at him, and he held his hands up as if he was surrendering, before taking his drink and walking to the back to sit and out of your way. 

You tried to not pay attention to him but he kept his eyes on you the whole time he was there, you wanted to hide at the back but the lunch rush made that impossible. 

It seemed like forever but he finally stood up to leave, you were breathing a sigh of relief. He walked over to you once again before leaving. 

“You know, my best friend owns a pet store. If you need anything for your cat, I can tell him to give you a discount.” He winks at you as he slips you his number. “Call me if you're interested.

You kept his number just because you thought it would be good to get a discount for pet toys for Satoru. You finished with the rest of the day and decided to go pick up groceries. You picked up dry and canned cat food, plus your dinner for the next few days. You do enjoy cooking your own meal. 

Satoru greeted you with meows and purrs as you walked into the door. You put away the groceries and showed him the pet food, he was sitting on the table while you put the 2 types of cat food in front of him for him to choose. He knocked the dry cat food off the table as if he was rejecting it, but he also knocked the canned food off as well. 

“Hey! What do you want to eat then?” 

It was as if Satoru understood what you were asking, he pounced on the counter where you left the portion of groceries you were going to prepare for tonight and tapped lightly with his paw. 

“You're such a picky eater for a cat.” You sighed and pulled out extra portions to make for Satoru. Satoru was once again sitting around the kitchen counter as you cooked, you really like the company.

Satoru once again ate everything you made him, you've never seen a cat which liked vegetables… 

After cleaning up the dishes from dinner, you got the boxes that were delivered earlier today and started unpacking them with Satoru snuggling close to your leg. He watches as you pull accessories after accessories out of the boxes. There were ribbons, collars and even a mini pair of sunglasses which you thought would be funny. Satoru looked at the collar and knocked it away, he picked up the light blue ribbon with a cute bell on it with his mouth and nudged at your hand. You were about to tie it around his neck when he turned around, waving his tail in your face. You end up tying the ribbon on his tail, and he purrs satisfyingly.

Weeks went by fast with your new companion at home, and the one annoying customer that keeps showing up to ruin your day, (you were told he would only show up on the days you work.) only waits for you to serve him as he makes little conversations, sometimes bringing you new cat toys for Satoru.

Satoru was spoiled with lots of toys but his favorite thing to play with was always your used bra or panties, you'd chase him around the place with him holding the piece of cloth in his mouth. 

He always sleeps with you in your bed when bed time rolls around. Always had his head snuggle to your chest as you pet him and the 2 of you fall asleep. 

You left for work in the morning while Satoru was still sleeping again as usual, only this time you forgot to bring your coworkers birthday present you prepared and decided to go home to grab it. You stayed quiet not wanting to wake Satoru up, only to be surprised when you walked into your bedroom.

Satoru, not your cat Satoru, but Satoru Gojo, naked on your bed, one hand on his cock while the other was holding your panties to his nose. He paused as he realized you were standing there, staring at him with widened eyes. 

“Um……, meow?”

Please let me know how you guys think of this... I keep getting new ideas....

[noircheols]

⸺ NO ORDINARY LOVE. 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

an anthology of love stories almost never told.

PREFACE. love has been far from perfect. you thought you would stumble upon prince charming organically. unfortunately, this is a big fat joke in the 21st century. reluctantly, you open the app store and download something you always believed were better off for finding potential enemies or friends with benefits... a dating app. it’s time to give your phone cupid’s bow and see who it hits!

PAIRINGS. svt x reader (seperate)

WARNINGS. suggestive, cursing, varies from fic to fic

SCHEDULE. every monday (i hope.)

TAGLIST. @jjjjeonww @shirebusking @shinwonderful @tokitosun @unlikelysublimekryptonite @wonkierideul @syluslittlecrows @macapunoz @paradiseoflosers @seokmn

open! please feel free to dm/reply/ask

STATUS. ONGOING!

AUTHOR'S NOTE. AAAAA i wanted to write something inspired by hinge's no ordinary love campaign. reading it was so lovely and i wanted to write something alongside the same premises. hinge if ur seeing this please dont sue me </3. THIS IDEA IS NOT MINE AT ALL simply something inspired by it. i hope you all enjoy!! peep the ugly header LMAO graphic design is my least fave thing ever as u can see. happy love month to all the losers (affectionate) who enjoy!! i hope you all find love in the people you adore, the music, food, and most importantly, yourself!!!!

NETWORKS. @kstrucknet

♡ ‎ kisses are always promises ── 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐋

a love story for people who deserve peace of mind and torment themselves for being unable to give others the same.

LIKES : popping boba, working out, my dog kkuma, giving gifts and making them feel special, confidence

DISLIKES : lack of effort, ghosts, fries (got doxxed for this)

♡ ‎ let your habits control you ── 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍

a love story for people who want somebody they can be themselves without any qualms, flaws and all.

LIKES : somebody who keeps me on my toes, napping, taking photos of my pet rock, cashmere pajamas

DISLIKES : somebody who monitors my every behaviour, judgemental

♡ ‎ heaven knows i'm miserable now ── 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎

a love story for people who are looking for the best in people (and always end up finding the worst).

LIKES : optimism, deer print, sunsets, big smiles, playing guitar, an open heart

DISLIKES : poor manners, gaming, isn't understanding, just don't be a horrible person lol

♡ ‎ swimming fool ── 𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐔𝐈

a love story for people looking to dive head first beyond the surface of dating to understand themselves and their partner.

LIKES : exploring new possibilities but having somebody to call home, cat cafes, matcha, hmu huzz 👅👅👅

DISLIKES : misunderstands me and my humour (or chooses to), isn't on the same wavelength

♡ ‎ i don't wanna watch tv anymore ── 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

a love story for people who are scared to pick up their broken hearts and close themselves off from being hurt again.

LIKES : TIGERS, going to the arcade just for the dance machine, somebody to share fun memories with but also can feel safe with

DISLIKES : spicy food, pent up emotions, lack of ambition

♡ ‎ focus ── 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎

a love story for people who know that seeing is believing, that to be loved is to be seen, and that to believe is to love.

LIKES : hoodies, gaming (league of legends, genshin, valorant), reading, somebody to sit in silence with after a long day

DISLIKES : obnoxious, believes things revolve around them

♡ ‎ chocolate strawberries ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

a love story for people who put up walls and are waiting for the right person to knock them down.

LIKES : anime (jujutsu kaisen, naruto, kimi ni todoke), personal space, my personal space being invaded

DISLIKES : my personal space being invaded, physical touch

♡ ‎ keep you close ── 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔

a love story for people who know what they want, and knowing what you want makes you lonely.

LIKES : cooking, trying new cuisines and restaraunts, unboxing collectibles, being appreciated

DISLIKES : heights, avoidance, mess

♡ ‎ weather forecast ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐌𝐈𝐍

a love story for people who worry about being too much or too little, but never enough.

LIKES : long walks at public parks, cupcake-scented things, visiting the dog shelter, rock music (fun fact i was in a band!!!)

DISLIKES : nothing!!! everybody is awesome and cool in their own way :D

♡ ‎ cloudburst ── 𝐗𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐎

a love story for people who don't appreciate what they have.

LIKES : art history, exhibitions, mala xianguo (or any other spicy food)

DISLIKES : being held back, long-term commitments, being deprived of choice, everything

♡ ‎ ‎stuck by the glue ── 𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐍

a love story for people who are chronic people pleasers and give to the point of exhaustion.

LIKES : ballads, family, when somebody is caring and affectionate, tangerine flavoured desserts, iced americano

DISLIKES : making somebody upset, being found annoying, chan

‎ ‎♡ ‎ ‎starshy ── 𝐂𝐇𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋

a love story for people who deserve to be taken seriously.

LIKES : visiting record stores, charli xcx, cloudy days, making personalized spotify playlists for each other

DISLIKES : dismissive, puts me down

‎ ‎♡ ‎ ‎hot n cold ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

a love story for people who make up their mind and change it the next minute.

LIKES : somebody who loves having me around, doing everything together, somebody dynamic

DISLIKES : seungkwan (DNI!!!!)

@noircheols do not copy or translate

[00valentina-writes00]

Okay! Maybe a bit of a trauma dump moment but how about ambessa x reader that had a bad relationship with her parents so she isn’t used to affection! Ambessa may be trying to be affectionate with reader but she’s confused on why she’s acting like this! Angst + fluff and EXTRA, EXTRA comfort from ambessa! :3

✞⛧ A Fortress Worth Holding ✞⛧

Warnings: angst (a bit), comfort, mentions of a bad relationships with parents

You’ve never been good at handling affection.

Not because you don’t want it, not because you don’t crave it—just that you never learned how to receive it. Love, in your life, had always been a transaction. A weight with strings attached. Something earned, not freely given.

And yet, here is Ambessa Medarda, a woman of war and strategy, offering it to you without condition.

It confuses you.

She’s never been one to shy away from touch. Not just in the battlefield sense, where her grip is firm, her stance immovable, her presence as commanding as a fortress. But in the quiet moments, when her hand brushes your shoulder as she passes, when she steadies you with a palm against your back, when she lingers just a second longer than necessary with her fingers curled around yours.

You think it’s just a habit at first. That maybe she does this with everyone, that it’s a subtle way to assert control, to remind you of the unspoken power she holds. But then she keeps doing it. In private, where there’s no audience to see it, no strategy to gain from it.

And that’s when the confusion sets in.

Tonight, the room is quiet. It’s late, and she’s seated beside you, her presence grounding but never overbearing. You’re both still, the air between you warm despite the cool night breeze seeping in through the open balcony doors. She’s reading a document—some political matter that you have no business in—but every so often, her eyes flicker toward you. Not in suspicion, nor in calculation. Just… watching.

You don’t know what to do with that.

The feeling of being seen—truly seen—has always left you unsettled. When Ambessa looks at you like that, as if she’s trying to memorize every inch of you, as if she’s trying to learn you in ways that have nothing to do with war or politics, it leaves you feeling exposed. Like she’s waiting for you to react in a way you don’t know how.

“Come here.”

Her voice is low, smooth—an order softened by something gentler.

You hesitate. “Why?”

A smirk pulls at her lips, but her eyes remain patient. “Must I have a reason?”

Yes, you think. Because affection is not freely given. Because love—if that’s what this is—is always a test. A game. A transaction

But Ambessa has never been a woman to play such games.

Still, your muscles stiffen as you move toward her, your steps slow, cautious. She watches the way you approach like she’s observing a caged animal, one that has spent its entire life flinching at outstretched hands.

And when you finally stand before her, unsure of what she expects, she reaches for you.

Her hand is warm, calloused from years of battle, steady in its intention. She grips your wrist first, then slides up, fingers curling gently around your forearm as she tugs you forward.

You tense.

It’s instinct. The way your shoulders rise, the way your breath stutters. You don’t mean to, but your body reacts before your mind can tell it otherwise.

Ambessa notices. She always does.

Her grip loosens immediately, though she doesn’t let you go entirely. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, studying you, that sharp, analytical gaze of hers flickering with something… softer.

“Why do you do that?” she asks.

You swallow, trying to find a way to explain something you barely understand yourself. “Do what?”

Her thumb brushes absentmindedly against your wrist, the motion slow, careful. “Flinch. As if you expect me to hurt you.”

Your chest tightens, a lump forming in your throat. “I don’t,” you murmur. “I just…” You trail off, exhaling sharply. “I don’t know.”

It’s not a lie.

Ambessa watches you for a long moment, then does something that surprises you. She releases your arm and, instead, lifts her hand toward your face.

You freeze.

She hesitates, as if waiting for permission, as if she knows that you are not accustomed to this—this softness, this patience.

And then, when you don’t pull away, she touches you.

A gentle caress. The back of her fingers brushing against your cheek, the warmth of her palm settling at your jaw. It’s not a test. It’s not a demand. It’s just… her. Offering, not taking.

Your breath hitches.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” she murmurs.

“I’m not.” The response is automatic. Too fast. Too defensive.

Her gaze sharpens, and you realize she sees right through you. Of course she does. She’s Ambessa Medarda. She could dissect the battlefield in a glance—what makes you think she wouldn’t do the same to you?

“Not of me, then,” she amends, her voice quieter now. “But of this.”

You don’t answer. You don’t know how.

She sighs, the hand on your face shifting slightly, fingers threading into your hair with the same care one might use to tame a restless creature.

“Has no one ever treated you gently before?”

It’s such a simple question. Yet, it feels like it rips you open.

You force out a chuckle, but it’s dry, humorless. “I didn’t think gentle was something I needed.”

Ambessa hums, her thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against your temple. “We don’t always know what we need until it’s given to us.”

That silence falls between you again, but this time, it’s different. You feel… exposed. Not in the way that makes your skin crawl, not in the way that makes you want to run. But in a way that leaves you yearning.

Yearning for something you don’t quite know how to ask for.

“Come here,” she repeats, her voice even softer than before

This time, you don’t hesitate.

You let yourself move forward, let yourself sink into her, let yourself be pulled into the warmth of her embrace. Her arms wrap around you, firm yet careful, and for the first time in a long time—perhaps ever—you don’t brace for the impact.

You just let yourself be held.

And gods, it’s terrifying.

The way your heart clenches, the way your throat tightens, the way your fingers grip onto the fabric of her tunic like she’s the only thing tethering you to the ground.

She doesn’t rush you. She doesn’t speak. She just holds you, letting you adjust, letting you process the unfamiliar comfort that settles over you like a heavy cloak.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you admit after a long while, your voice muffled against her shoulder.

Ambessa’s hand strokes slow patterns down your back, the motion soothing, grounding. “Then let me teach you.”

Your chest tightens again, but this time, it’s not from fear. It’s from something warmer. Something safer.

You close your eyes, your fingers still curled into the fabric of her tunic.

“…Okay.”

Words sit heavy on your tongue, like something you were never meant to say aloud.

But Ambessa waits. Not pressing, not demanding—just giving you the space to speak, should you choose to take it.

You hesitate, staring at where your fingers are still curled into the fabric of her tunic, gripping tight like she might vanish if you let go. You feel foolish, childish even, but she hasn’t pushed you away. She hasn’t made you feel weak for needing this.

And that is what makes you speak.

“I just… I never had this before,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. You don’t look at her. You can’t. “My parents weren’t… affectionate people.”

Ambessa remains still, listening.

You take a breath, trying to steady yourself. “They loved me, I think. Or at least, they thought they did. But love, to them, was something to be earned. If I did well, if I obeyed, if I lived up to their expectations, then maybe I’d get something. A nod of approval, a ‘good job’ in passing. But that was it.” Your fingers twitch, tightening around her clothing. “I learned quickly that wanting more was a weakness.”

Ambessa exhales slowly, as if weighing your words. “And so you stopped asking.”

You nod. “What was the point? If love was just a reward, then it wasn’t really love, was it?” You scoff lightly, shaking your head. “I used to think… maybe if I was perfect, if I was exactly what they wanted, they’d change. They’d hold me, they’d tell me they were proud, they’d—” Your voice catches, throat tightening against the weight of old wounds. “But they never did.”

The silence that follows is thick, suffocating.

And then—warmth.

Ambessa moves slowly, deliberately, shifting so that her arms tighten around you, her chin resting lightly atop your head. It’s not just a hold; it’s an embrace, firm and steady, as if she’s willing to carry the weight of everything you just said.

Her voice, when it comes, is quiet. “That was their failure, not yours.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “It doesn’t feel that way.”

“I imagine it wouldn’t.” She strokes your back again, slow and rhythmic, grounding. “But you are not some unworthy thing, starved for affection because you failed to earn it. You were a child.” Her tone sharpens, not at you, but at the thought of anyone treating you otherwise. “And they failed you.”

It’s such a simple thing. But hearing it said aloud—that it wasn’t your fault, that it was them, not you—makes something inside you crack.

“I don’t know how to let people in,” you admit. “Even when I want to.”

Ambessa hums, thoughtful. “It will take time. But you don’t have to figure it out alone.”

You swallow hard. “I don’t want to be like them.”

“You won’t be.”

You finally look up at her, meeting her gaze. “How do you know?”

Her lips quirk into something that’s not quite a smile but holds the same warmth. “Because you care enough to worry about it.” She lifts a hand, cupping your face with the same gentleness that still feels so foreign to you. “Because you are here, trying.”

Your throat tightens again, but it’s different now. The sharp edge of pain dulls into something softer, something bearable

And when she leans down, pressing the faintest of kisses to your forehead, you don’t flinch.

You just let her.

Let yourself have this.

[mistresslrigtar]

@pelicanpig's answers

Thanks Poposusz! :)

Last song:  "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy

Favourite color: yellow, specifically pale sunshiny yellow or mustard. None of that neon or chartreuse business

Last book/fic: Currently listening to The Hobbit audiobook and catching up on A Link to the Stars (not simultaneously)

Last movie: Wicked part 1

Last show: How it's Made - the one and only time I've watched it

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet or savory. It depends on my mood.

Relationship: Married (with kids!)

Last thing I googled: how to spell chartreuse 😂

Current obsession: Recently learned how to play Minecraft and now I'm busy amassing an army of wolves while my husband fights all the bad guys for me. That's part of why I've been so MIA all over fandom...

I'm looking forward to: Finishing all these WIPs that I keep saying I'll finish 😭 Also, springtime since it's my favorite season!

No pressure tags: @mistresslrigtar @mailrebel (I know you love long reblogs friend 😂) @breezybeezz @zolanort @fan-girls-r-us

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Thanks @pelicanpig for the tag! (I love Minecraft and have been wanting to play again, but I know if I do all my writing will cease because it sucks me in, so I am holding off and it's been a difficult thing to do!)

Missy's answers below!

I trimmed the previous content of this post because it was LONG, but I wanted to play! 😅

Last Song: Animal I've Become by Three Days Grace

Favorite Color: Pink of any shade, but especially hot pink

Last book/fic: One Dark Window by Rachel Gillig/The Absence of Hate by petalpusher aka @crowcaws (it's a LoZ/SW cross-over and it's good ya'll!! Picture this: Link/Inquisitor w/ memory loss and Zelda/potential Jedi; do you really need another two reasons to check it out? 😂🤣)

Last Movie: Venom: The Last Dance - I don't recommend-suffers from bad editing

Last Show: The Night Agent on Netflix - I'm bored with this show, plus the lead reminds me of Cal Kestis from the SW video game Fallen Order and that's all I can think about when I watch it 😂

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory for food/sweet and spicy for reading 😅😳

Relationship: very happily married with two amazing boys 😊😊

Last thing I googled: how to spell Cal Kestis (see above lol)

Current Obsession: Legend of Zelda is strong with this one 😉

I'm looking forward to: my next vacation; it cannot come soon enough. I just need to plan and pay for it...

I tag @daemosdaen , @bahbahhh , @drsteggy (maybe not the tag game you were looking for, but here you go!), @karama9 , @amelias-hart , and @crowcaws

10 people I’d like to get to know better

10 people I’d like to get to know better

Since I had two separate tags in this, @spaceyjessa and @laughhardrunfastbekindsblog I decided I would make a separate post.

Last song:  with lyrics: Beautiful Boy by The Last Dinner Party (I found out about this band like two weeks ago and now I’m going through a phase I’m obsessed)

Without lyrics: I am ready by Kevin Kiner & Sean Kiner: from the bad batch season three soundtrack. Been listening to it a lot lately, as it feels pretty prevalent to the time of my life that I’m at

Favourite color: light pinks and baby blues

Last book/fic: the last book I finished was defy the storm, by Tessa Gratton (I’m getting closer and closer to being caught up on THR)

Fic: Mace Windu fixes the timeline (You should read it, it’s wonderful) 

Last movie: the rise of Skywalker (yes, I love the sequel trilogy and what about it 💅)

Last show: the bad batch... I’m re-watching, again... how predictable 🙄

Sweet/spicy/savory: I have a big sweet tooth, especially when it comes to chocolate

Relationship: single real life, but in love with countless fictional characters inside my head🤩

Last thing I googled: what does the quest cookies and cream protein bar taste like? (look, I have arfid. I can’t just buy new things to try without knowing exactly what I’m getting into first)

Current obsession: Star Wars, duh! Specifically clones and TBB, the Mandalorian and the high republic

I look forward to telling you: that if you’re reading this you’re wonderful

No pressure tags (and I’m sorry if you’re being tagged again)  @clonethirstingisreal @eobe @dystopicjumpsuit @sunshinesdaydream and anyone else who would like to.

[hungrykeaton]

You’re just too fucking greedy for your own good, aren’t you. Cramming in every last crumb of food even though your guys already so big and tight, and now look at you, pinned down to the couch like a fat fucking animal. You’re so stuffed it looks painful, and yet what I’d give to rub that taught belly and cram more inside of it

I was so fucking greedy, those extra sized entrees would have filled normal people up before they even finished one.

Yet here I am, pounding down one, feeling full. But then I just drop the other heavy entree on my gut to start eating it. Just the sheer weight of the food container pushing on my gut hurts, but the idea of all that weight of the food being inside me makes me want to just gorge every last bite. I can’t wait for the food pushing down on my gut is soon pushing against it from the inside.

I’m glad I have my own place too because I moan so fucking loud too when I’m that full. Each bite is so uncomfortable that I just fill my mouth up with food and then focus on chewing. And with each swallow I have to clutch my gut and moan over how tight it hurts.

But I just keep fucking eating. Each bite feels like the one that’s going to make me burst but I keep eating and keep feeding into it. I just can’t stop. I have to be a greedy pig. I have to eat everything.

I just need to be sprawled out on the couch being brought more food and have my gut rubbed so I can just keep on gorging like a good fatboy. Just keep over feeding me until I literally can’t move because of full I am. All that food condensed into one ball gut making it obscenely round and bulging as if it may burst.

But it’s what I deserve for being such a gluttonous pig, for not realizing that hey maybe I shouldn’t be eating more than families and making my gut bigger than I could ever imagine. That I keep ruining my body with an even rounder more distended gut.

I need that though, I need to show my big fat gut off so others can know what a fucking hopeless glutton I am. With no one to tell me no I’ll just keep eating, and ordering more. I don’t know when to stop. I don’t know how to stop. And so I just keep overeating as people just watch concerned as my gut gets bigger than I could ever imagine 😫

[s0fter-sin]

pt.2 of my horror au! you can find pt.1 here!

cw mild horror, descriptions of a dead animal (not riley)

to say johnny’s gotten used to the man living in his walls would be the biggest lie he’s ever tried to spin. he doesn’t have a choice but to get used to him

he won’t let johnny leave

he’s always watching him, even if he can’t see him; the walls and ceiling groaning with his weight as he follows him throughout the house during the day, only ever peeking through the vents when the sun’s gone down. if he even gets close to the front door, the vents shake like he’s sprinting towards him and the sheer panic is enough to make him stumble back; his heart pounding in his chest

he was paralysed the first night he saw the man, clutching riley to his chest in the middle of the bed, just waiting for him to come back and do god knows what to them- but the walls were silent

if it weren’t for the lingering damp on his hand and the slight scrape on the side of the vent, johnny could almost convince himself the whole thing was just some twisted waking nightmare

it was only when the sun crept over the horizon that he dared to step off the bed, riley tight in his arms, and held his breath as he escaped out the front door-

only to feel smug eyes on the back of his head when he saw his car tires slashed and random pieces of the motor ripped out and strewn across the yard

the message was clear

johnny can’t leave

the man won’t let him

the next few days passed in a haze of dread. johnny kept waiting for the man to come back, never eating or sleeping except for the snatches his body forced him to take. he can fight but from the glimpse he caught of the man and the weight of the sounds in the walls, the man was big. even if he did knock him out, where could he go? it would take hours of running before he reached another house

he never let riley out of his sight, feeding him in his room after he tipped the wardrobe over in front of the vent. it was only then he realised his phone was missing too

he was utterly trapped; a rabbit with his leg broken, waiting for the jaws to close around him

but the man didn’t come back

johnny’s panic turned into rage. then after another week of nothing turned into confused acceptance and determination

if he can’t leave, he’s not going die in a house with moldy baseboards

“i’m going out the back!” johnny announces loudly in the dining room - the room with the most vents - and almost flinches when he hears the slight reverberations through them. “i’ll come back in when i’m done but i’m not gonna let you stop me from workin’!”

nothing answers him. not a creak or a groan or a scratch. just complete silence

he wishes it didn’t make him feel so much worse

johnny takes a deep breath and wills his hand not to shake as he reaches for the doorknob, wincing at its obnoxious creak, and waits

and waits

nothing

johnny blows out a long breath. “alright, then,” he whispers and looks down at riley waiting obediently at his side. “let’s get to work.”

so he keeps fixing it

he builds new frames for the windows and purposely doesn’t acknowledge the heavy gaze on his back every second he’s outside. he replaces the outlets and pulls out the phone line that looks like it’d been chewed through with teeth far too big to be a rat

definitely too big to belong to the skinned rat he finds in the dumbwaiter after following the smell of gored meat, bled dry and spread out like a gift

a gift offered after a day spent repairing the roof, riley sitting diligently at the base of the ladder. a day he didn’t step a single foot inside

a day he didn’t eat at all

johnny looks at the rat, really looks at it. the skin had been cleanly removed, the meat left undamaged; the guts removed from the abdominal cavity. it’s been perfectly cleaned and dressed like it came from a butcher

from a hunter, prepped and ready for eating

it sends a shiver through him. he swallows and gently shuts the dumbwaiter cover, sending the rat back down to the basement then knocks politely on the wall for good measure. he then takes a bunch of fillings from the fridge, some bread and a cutting board, turns off the light and sits in front of the nearest vent

and waits

his breath is so loud, his instincts screaming at him not to have him back to the room. but he knows the only threat in this house will come from directly in front of him

johnny flinches at a distant thud and an immediate scratching starts, starting in the basement and barreling straight towards him

he’s angry

he swears he can hear his heart racing in his chest as the vent in front of him thunks, something heavy and fast weighting it down- then everything abruptly falls silent

he can’t see him

but he knows he’s there

he’s always there

johnny swallows again and lays out the two pieces of bread on the board, the moonlight coming through the window the only illumination he has. the vent remains silent as he layers on deli ham and a few slices of cheese, finishing off with a couple pickles and mayo

he closes the sandwich up and, eyes flicking to the shadows in the vent, picks it up and takes a bite

he chews slowly and lets out a deliberate hum before he takes another bite, dragging it out like it’s the best damn sandwich he’s ever eaten

johnny swallows his last mouthful, sucks a drop of may off his thumb and braces himself. he stands up and turns his back on the vent. he putters around, puts the food away and fills a glass of water and at some point while he’s washing off the cutting board, the vent lightly groans as the man slowly climbs away

he shivers and wonders how crazy it makes him that the rattle almost sounds thoughtful

💀🧼

there’s a sandwich on the floor

johnny’s still trying to catch his breath after hauling all the old moldy baseboards outside, frozen in the action of wiping sweat off his forehead

the bread’s torn, ham and cheese and pickles clumsily and excessively thrown on with sauce dripping out the sides

but it’s a sandwich, sitting on top of his cutting board

johnny tugs off his gloves and slowly walks up to it. the walls are silent. but that doesn’t mean the man isn’t watching

he picks up the cutting board and a voice in the back of his head screams at him as he brings it in front of the kitchen vent and sits just like he did the other day when he made his own sandwich. he hides a preemptive grimace and picks it up-

but it’s not soggy

despite the amount of sauce piled on it and the juice from the near fistful of pickles, the bread is still soft

fresh

you waited for me, johnny realised and something in his chest catches. you waited until i was done and made sure it would be ready for me.

johnny blinks a few times and bites into the sandwich

he can’t remember the last time someone had a meal waiting for him

his ex certainly never did; he always had to be poked and prodded into cooking, never wanted to eat anything they already had or waste time making something when they could just order in. even in other relationships, sure they would ask if he was hungry or make an extra portion when he wasn’t home so he’d have leftovers

but no one’s ever cooked something just for him. just because they wanted to

johnny thickly swallows the last bite

and doesn’t flinch when he looks into the vent and sees the shine of eyes looking back at him

“thank you,” he whispers

the eyes twitch back, almost like the man flinched, then they cock to the side and sink down into the very edges of the darkness, blending into the shadows like a ghost

but he doesn’t leave

and neither does johnny until riley pokes him with his nose, looking for his own dinner

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 11 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇indornrememebr

────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ───

Y/n sat alone in the dimly lit nursery, the soft glow of a single lantern casting shadows on the walls. She cradled Adonis tightly against her chest, his small fingers curling around the fabric of her dress as he dozed peacefully. His quiet breaths were the only sound in the room, but they did little to comfort the ache that seemed to consume her chest. Her tears fell silently at first, dripping onto Adonis’s soft curls as she pressed a trembling kiss to his forehead. The weight of her captivity, the suffocating presence of Raphael, and the constant fear for her son had taken its toll. But tonight, it wasn’t just the present that haunted her, it was the absence of the people she loved most.

She could almost hear Antinous’s voice, teasing her in that sarcastic way of his, calling her stubborn and overdramatic but always watching over her like the protective older brother he had been. He was brash, hot headed, and often infuriating, but he loved her fiercely. She missed the way he’d bicker with her one minute and stand ready to defend her the next. The thought of him locked away in Ithaca, unaware of her suffering, made her heart ache all the more.

And Telemachus, her beloved Telemachus. She closed her eyes, clutching Adonis even tighter. She could almost feel his arms around her, his warm voice whispering reassurances that everything would be okay. She could picture his laugh, the way his eyes would light up whenever he looked at her or held their son. He was her anchor, her strength, and now he was gone, too far away to protect her or Adonis from Raphael’s cruel games.

A choked sob escaped her lips, and she buried her face in Adonis’s tiny shoulder. “I miss them so much,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I miss them, Adonis. I miss your father, your uncle… I miss home.” Adonis stirred slightly, his little hand brushing against her cheek as though sensing her sadness. It only made her cry harder. “They’ll come for us,” she whispered, almost as if trying to convince herself. “They’ll come, they have to. Your father… he’ll bring us home.”

But doubt lingered in her heart. What if they didn’t? What if Raphael’s lies about storms and shipwrecks were true? What if Telemachus had already lost his life trying to save hers? What if Antinous never knew what had happened to her?she shook her head, refusing to entertain those thoughts. “They will come,” she repeated firmly, her tears still falling. “They have to.”

She looked down at Adonis, his innocent face so peaceful in sleep. Her son was her only solace now, her reason to keep going. Gently rocking him, she whispered a lullaby, her voice shaky but soft. “Sleep, my love..” As her voice wavered, she kissed his forehead once more, her tears wetting his soft skin. “I promise,” she whispered, “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll hold on until they come. I won’t let him win.” But deep inside, she felt the crushing loneliness of the moment, the overwhelming longing for the family who was so far out of reach.

——

Antinous paced the ship’s deck like a caged animal, his hands clenched into fists. The constant sound of waves crashing against the hull seemed to only fuel his restless energy. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were blazing with frustration and anger. Eurymachus, leaning lazily against a crate nearby, raised an eyebrow as he watched Antinous fume. “You’re going to wear a hole in the deck if you keep pacing like that,” Eurymachus said with a smirk, clearly unbothered by Antinous’s intensity. “What’s got your toga in a twist now?”

Antinous stopped abruptly, his shoulders stiff as he turned to glare at Eurymachus. “What’s got me in a twist?” he repeated, his voice rising. “My sister—my baby sister—is out there, being held by that bastard Raphael, and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”

Eurymachus raised his hands in mock surrender. “Easy there, Antinous. I didn’t mean to hit a nerve. I get it. You’re pissed. But pacing and shouting isn’t going to bring her back.”

Antinous stepped closer, his face inches from Eurymachus’s, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “When I get my hands on him, Eurymachus… when I find him…” His hands twitched as if imagining wrapping them around Raphael’s throat. “I’m going to make him beg for death. I’ll carve out every ounce of his arrogance, strip him of every shred of dignity, and let him rot.”

Eurymachus whistled low, his smirk faltering slightly as he realized just how serious Antinous was. “That’s… uh, quite the plan. Got any specifics in mind, or are you just going to wing it?”

Antinous’s eyes darkened, and his voice took on a venomous edge. “Oh, I’ve got specifics. First, I’ll break his fingers one by one, make sure he can’t lay another hand on her. Then I’ll take my time with him, make him feel every ounce of pain he’s caused her, and when he’s finally at his weakest, I’ll remind him that this is just the beginning.”

Eurymachus, though usually one to make light of any situation, found himself shifting uncomfortably under Antinous’s glare. “You’ve, uh, really thought this through, haven’t you?”

Antinous let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Do you think I can sleep at night knowing she’s out there? Knowing he’s probably… hurting her?” His voice cracked slightly, but he quickly masked it with anger. “I can’t stop picturing her, scared, alone, with that monster whispering lies into her ear. And Adonis… my nephew. If he lays a hand on that child, I swear to the gods, there won’t be enough of him left to bury.”

Eurymachus studied him for a moment, uncharacteristically quiet. “You really love her, huh?”

“She’s my sister,” Antinous snapped, his tone softening just a fraction. “She’s the only family I have left. I failed her once by letting her get taken. I’m not going to fail her again.”

Eurymachus nodded slowly, his usual bravado replaced by something almost resembling respect. “Alright, Antinous. We’ll get her back. But you need to keep your head on straight. Losing it now isn’t going to help her.”

Antinous sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as some of the tension drained out of him. “I know. But if I don’t make it out of this, promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Promise me you’ll make sure Raphael suffers.”

Eurymachus smirked again, though this time there was a glint of determination in his eyes. “You’ve got my word. That bastard’s going to regret ever setting foot on Ithacan soil.”

——

The storm hit with no warning. The skies darkened as if night had fallen early, the waves roared like thunder, and the wind howled with a ferocity that made the ship groan under its power. Rain lashed against their faces, and the crew scrambled to keep the ship steady, their voices lost in the chaos. “Hold the line! Don’t let her tip!” Telemachus yelled, gripping the wheel with all his strength. His muscles strained as the ship tilted dangerously with each wave. Acrisios was beside him, trying to tie down loose cargo that was sliding across the deck.

“This is worse than the last storm!” Acrisios shouted, his voice barely audible over the crashing waves. “I swear, the gods have it out for us!”

Cassander and Eurymachus were at the oars, trying to stabilize the ship while exchanging their usual banter despite the chaos. “This is it!” Eurymachus yelled, half panicked. “We’re done for! Drowned before we even get a single war prize!”

“Quit your whining!” Cassander snapped, though his grip on the oars was as white-knuckled as Eurymachus’s. “If I die, I swear I’ll haunt you!”

Meanwhile, Florus was gripping the mast, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. “We need to steer clear of those rocks! Telemachus, to the left!”

“Don’t tell me how to steer my ship!” Telemachus growled, but he adjusted the course anyway, the ship barely missing the jagged rocks Florus had pointed out.

Through it all, Antinous and Druses were… sleeping. In the middle of the storm “Unbelievable!” Pisistratus snapped as he tightened a rope. “They can sleep through this?!”

“Forget them!” Telemachus yelled. “We’ve got bigger problems!”

Another wave crashed over the deck, soaking everyone to the bone and sending Florus tumbling into a heap of barrels. Telemachus barked orders, but the storm was relentless, and one by one, the crew began to lose hope. Suddenly, a massive wave surged forward, lifting the ship into the air before slamming it down into the water. The force sent the crew flying in all directions.

The world spun as the ship was tossed like a toy. Then, darkness. Telemachus woke up coughing, his body aching as he pulled himself out of the sand. He squinted against the harsh sunlight, his head pounding from the ordeal. Around him, the remains of the ship were scattered across the shore, broken planks and supplies littering the golden sand. “A-Antinous? Acrisios?” he called hoarsely, his throat dry and raw.

One by one, his crew began to stir. Acrisios groaned as he sat up, sand sticking to his damp clothes. “We’re alive? How in Hades are we alive?”

“I could ask the same,” Florus muttered, rubbing his head as he stumbled toward them.

Cassander rolled over and coughed up water. “That… was the worst storm I’ve ever seen. Eurymachus? Where’s Eurymachus?”

“I’m here,” came a weak voice from behind a piece of driftwood. Eurymachus was sprawled out, his face pale. “I think I swallowed half the ocean.”

Antinous and Druses, who had somehow managed to stay asleep through the storm, were sprawled on the sand nearby, finally waking up.“What the—” Druses sat up, brushing sand out of his hair. “Where are we?”

“Egypt,” Florus said grimly, pointing to the towering statues and pyramids visible in the distance.

Telemachus sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “The gods are playing games with us.”

“Egypt?” Acrisios groaned. “How in the name of Poseidon did we end up here?!”

Eurymachus, still lying flat on his back, chuckled weakly. “Well, at least we didn’t drown. That’s something, right?”

Cassander threw a handful of sand at him. “Shut up.”

Telemachus stood, determination hardening his features. “This isn’t over. We’ve survived storms and worse before. We’ll gather supplies, repair what we can, and find a way to finish what we started.” The crew exchanged tired but resolute glances. They were battered, bruised, and far from home—but they weren’t giving up.

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Gi hun waits behind the corner. And then just like everyday, at 1:32pm Gi-hun hears In-ho’s footsteps approaching the end of the hallway. He’s sick of it, sick of it all. Sick of watching In-ho walk up to that same triangle guard and hearing their meaningless debrief for the umpteenth time. What does it matter anyway? At the end of day he will find In-ho lying in a pool of his own blood, looking up him and watch the light slowly fade from his eyes.

The guard walks away and In-ho walks down the hallway, nearing him.

Gi-hun’s had enough this. In-ho’s about to pass him when he grabs his shoulder and yanks him around, shoving him against the wall. “Why do you keep dying?!” Gi-hun yells. In-ho, to his credit, looks mildly bewildered before slipping back into his usual stoic and calculating demeanor.

He raises an eyebrow and shoots him a questioning look. Gi-hun punches the wall next to him and lets out a frustrated yell before pressing his forehead against the right of the wall next to In-ho’s head.

In-ho’s turns his head to face Gi-hun and studies his expression before pushing himself off the wall and peering out into the hallway from behind the corner. “Not here.”he says before grabbing Gi-hun’s wrist and dragging him down the other side of the hallway they were standing in. They approach what seems to be just another part of the wall before In-ho firmly presses his hand against it and pushes inward. The wall splits open and reveals a sleek black door which scans In-ho’s face and then opens inwards, granting him access to what looks like an office.

In-ho, still holding onto Gi-hun’s wrist, pulls him inside and shuts the door. Finally letting go of his wrist, he paces to the other side of the room before turning around to face him again. He lets out a frustrated sigh, “What is it now Gi-hun? How are you even here? You’re not supposed to be here, you-“ “I agree!” Gi-hun yells. “I’m not supposed to be here, I don’t want to be here! But I’m stuck! I’m stuck reliving the same day over and over again, stuck hearing Yong-sik complain about the milk, stuck hearing Geum-ja scold the stupid shaman lady, stuck hearing the stupid shaman lady’s tirade about the will of the gods, and stuck watching you die over and over and over again!” he bemoans grabbing his hair with both his hands. “I want it to end! I want it all to end! I just want it to end!” he screams, eyes shut tightly.

In-ho slowly steps towards him, approaching him akin to someone approaching a scared stray animal. He gently presses his hand against Gi-hun’s forehead. As if he was checking his temperature. “Gi-hun, are you okay?” he asked. He looked...concerned. Oh, the nerve! The nerve!! “Are you fucking kidding me?” In-ho straightens. “I’m not sick! I don’t have a fever! I’m not hallucinating! and you keep fucking dying.”

He was too tired for this. He just wants In-ho to stop looking at him with those stupid concerned eyes. He’s so lost in his own thoughts that he barely hears it. A snort. He looks up and sees In-ho with his fist in his mouth. He was trying not to laugh. Gi hun narrows his eyes at him in utter disbelief. “You cannot be serious! You’re laughing? In-ho loses it. “I’m standing here and telling you about how I’ve been watching you die every single day and you’re laughing?” Gi-hun is glaring daggers at him. I’ll kill him myself this time he thinks to himself. He was appalled by the ridiculousness of it all. The Front Man was standing here in front of him laughing his ass off.

“Gi-hun…don’t you think….this is a bit much even for you…” In ho says in between his dying laughter. “If you think this is going to get you and everyone out of here, I’m sorry but it’s not my call.”

“Do you think I want to stand here and explain all this to you and beg you to understand so that I can save your life?”After everything you did? Gi hun drags his palm down his face.

“I believe you” In-ho says resolutely.

“What?”

“I believe you” he says again.

Gi-hun looks at him and sees In-ho looking back at him earnestly.

Gi hun sighs.

“Thank you. For trying to save me.”

The words feel heavy leaving his mouth. He wasn’t just talking about the time loop.

“I don’t give a shit about you.”

Lies.

I just need you to survive so that I can escape this nightmare.”

In ho’s face hardens and his lips press into a thin line.

If In ho notices something more flicker in Gi hun’s eyes, he doesn’t mention it. The absurdity of the situation making him pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“So you’re saying you start everyday the same, every event down to minute detail unfolds exactly the same. You’re able to interfere and change things but it always ends with me dying and then the time loop restarts?”

“Yes.” huffs Gi-hun.

“Do I die the same way every time?”

“Yes.”

“What happens?” In-ho gazes at him intently, looking to catch something Gi-hun might’ve missed.

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that’s all for now! im a very busy gal but if yall want more i might make more

i want a post season 2 groundhog day type fic where in ho dies and then gi hun gets trapped in a time loop of that day and eventually he realizes that the only way to exit the time loop is to save in ho so he tries to save him over and over again and slowly falls in love with him in the process.

[lficanthaveloveiwantpower]

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Open-ended questions(in case the text font is too small and you don’t want to squint your eyes to read it):

Favorite thing about the other? (Idia about Iris) She's good at being the center of attention even though she's so quiet most of the time. (Iris about Idia) His sharp teeth flashing when he grins while doing something he likes.

Hopes about relationship: They don't have much. They just find comfort in each other day by day. Iris has considered moving to the Island of Woe if she can't go back to her home and live a quiet life with Idia.

Shared vices: Reluctance to engage with others. Shitty sleep schedule/ tendency to neglect their health. Using their interests to distract themselves from unwanted emotions.

Least favorite thing about the other? (Idia about Iris) when she's fine with something when she clearly shouldn't be. (Iris about Idia) his ego showing up sometimes, it can be annoying.

Fears about relationship: Idia is worried that she'll return to her home. He knows it's selfish to wish she'd stay here so he keeps it a secret. As much as Iris is fed up with NRC she doesn't want to leave Twisted Wonderland. She's too attached to the students there including Idia, Ortho, and Grim, but she won't admit that.

Biggest disagreement? They both get upset with each other for not taking care of themselves...

Favorite activity together? (Both) Voicecalls late at night (lris) Watching him work on mechanics, being convinced to try watching anime he recommends. Doesn't matter if she herself likes it or not. (Idia) recommending Iris a variety of his favorite media. At this point he knows her preferences more than she does.

Thoughts on family life? Haven't thought about it a lot. They might make a robot together some point in their lives it they live together after graduation.

Secrets: Idia has full access to Iris’ deactivated art account that she originally created for accepting commissions. He has saved all her art and looks at them occasionally. He deletes any reposted art of hers, mostly because he wants to be the only one who can see them.

[wanderingcritter]

Im gonna say smth that a lot of yall aren't gonna like but whatever Im tired of nobody talking about it.

The therian community's obsession with zoos is stunting a lot of the cultural growth that we could be having rn.

Soooo many of us are so goddamn busy with trying to prove that we're not zoos or accusing each other of being zoos or shouting from every rooftop available that we're different than zoos, when we could be doing so many more productive things.

You wanna keep potentially dangerous individuals out of the community, I understand that, really I do. But do you wanna know how many animals are saved from abuse by us dogpiling (no pun intended) on someone who incorporates their nonhumanity into kink? Or who speaks honestly about genitalia dysphoria, or instincts to court members of the species they identify as? Or hell, who even acknowledges that there is an overlap between therianthropy and zoo attraction? Zero.

It doesn't really protect anyone, all it does is prevent us from speaking honestly about our experiences, diving into the nitty gritty of what it actually means to be an animal living as and among humans, out of fear that something we told to someone in confidence is going to end up in a google doc next week. No, wanting to have nonhuman body parts does not automatically make you attracted to biological animals. No, being attracted to alterhumans over humans does not automatically make you attracted to biological animals. No, wishing you had a nonhuman family does not automatically make you attracted to biological animals. The only thing that makes you attracted to biological animals is being attracted to biological animals. It truly is not rocket science.

I haven't seen it be as much of an issue here on Tumblr because I guess there's overall less mob mentality and beings are more capable of using critical thinking skills, it's just been frustrating watching so many of the younger/newer members of the community turn into the "crucify zoos at any and all costs" club and trying to strong arm all forms of animalistic sexual expression out of the community to avoid any possible association with zoos from outsiders (spoiler alert: you could sanitize the entire community to the point of chemical burns and uneducated doorknobs would still swear up and down that every last one of us are zoos)

[mellowtrashtrash]

FNaF World: Sister Location and Pizzeria Simulator finished!

Hey folks! I've had more characters in the works for a while now, and I've finally almost finished this row! Are you excited? I know I am! Let's get into it!

First, I elected to finish off the Sister Location animatronics, with the rambunctious scamps themselves...

The Bidybabs!

With all the wound-up energy of a pair of british schoolchildren, the Bidybabs are a welcome addition to the cast! These were a fun set of characters to make, and like last time, gave me a lot more practice animating multiple characters in one! In terms of animation, I endeavored to express the energy of a couple of silly kids roughhousing. This hurt animation features some walking, and while it is unusual, it was ultimately necessary for encapsulating the wobbliness of their stack. Like with the Minireenas, it was a tough decision whether or not to do an individual or a duo, but I knew it was going to be necessary for them to be a group in order to keep them distinct from the next character...

Electrobab!

This kid scares me. Someone find this kid a hobby. Preferably something non-conductive.

The neglected weird kid of the Sister Location Custom Night group, this overcharged infant is packed full of likely lethal electrical powers can put any pitiable poltergeist in this franchise to shame! Jumpscares? Hallucinations? Possession? That all pales in comparison to Electrobab's capacity for emitting immensely powerful controlled shocks! I guess it learned from how it was raised.

Now that we've finished off Sister Location's cast of oddballs, let's finish off the strange folks from Pizzeria Simulator! First up we have our unforgettable bowl of overcooked ramen...

Molten Freddy!

This noodly feller was quite a bit of fun to make. Rigging up all the wires was tough, but in the end I achieved exactly effect I was going for. And it's just plain fun to watch him go! For the main body, I was going to use a set of rigid bones to make it bend, but after some testing it didn't look very good. Too robotic, not silly enough. That was when I remembered the stretchy bone I'd used for Phone Guy's cord. I gave it a shot, and the resulting stretchy bouncy effect was just what he needed! The hurt animation is a little brutal-looking, but he'll probably be fine. These guys have been murdalized and melted down how many times now? They're troupers, they'll go through a thousand new marketable forms before they're finished!

Since everybody loved one bear so much, how about another Heeeere's...

Lefty!

The surprise puppet-trap himself! Lefty was a fairly simple one, as the character is largely a recolor of Rockstar Freddy. Nonetheless, I tried to give Lefty a distinct personality from Rockstar Freddy as best as I could. The animation direction for this character was very unnatural, disjointed, and jerky; like a dancing beartrap (or puppet-trap, hee-hee). In his hurt animation you can see the Puppet's eyes inside his detached jaw, dizzy from being spun around and stretched. I would be too.

I do not envy Charlie's situation, being stuck inside a robotic bear and forced to burn to death. Oh well, at least the darkest pit of hell is ready to swallow her greatest enemy whole— oh, he got out again? Why do we keep using fire?

Oh well, guess we've got...

Scraptrap!

Designing a cutesy version of this character is a tall, tall order. I did my best, and I think in the end it captures his design pretty well while remaining pretty simplified all-around. It's a little more stylized than I usually like to do, but I can't tell if that's on my part or if that was inherent to the character. He's not the most stylistically consistent of Scott's designs, even in his original FFPS appearance. In terms of animation direction, I decided to animate him like a bit of a cartoon villain. Exaggerated hunched posture, unbridled aggression when attacking, and shocked frustration upon being damaged. Fun animation tidbit, the skull inside his helmet moves its jaw with his. Look closely at his mouth and you can see it. Pretty spooky! Here's a behind the scenes look at his skull. Yikes!

That about does it for the scrap animatronics, though I've got another cooking up for next time, just you wait and see...

To finish us off, here's a remake of my Yenndo hurt animation! I decided the last was too generic!

Thanks for tuning in as always! I hope to bring you some more neat stuff soon! I'll catch you on the flipside!

[threepandas]

Bad End: War Bride

I tried everything. EVERYTHING. But in the end... nothing changed.

We were CRUSHED.

My people fought valiantly. Proud and noble, honorable and good to the very end. I was... I AM... so proud.... so very, very proud to be their honored princess. Their King's first born (and only) child. My small kingdom. My precious, precious people.

Forgive me.

Guhwa is falling. The chrysanthemums our small nation is so known for, red with the rivers of citzen blood spilled. I... Gods, I tried to strengthen our armies. Made allies. Agreements hand over fist. Better weapons! Stronger walls! Food and infrastructure! Anything. Everything! To forestall the end.

This end. Our End. (I had prayed. For so long. So very hard. That I was wrong.)

Bloody and terrible, which... gods, I always feared would come. (But I wasn't. Was I?)

Reborn into a story. Where the terrible was made insipid and light. Where all could be forgiven in the name of ~Love~! The death, the horrors, the screams that filled the streets. Children dying in their mothers arms and the blood of brothers as they tried to run. Families torn asunder. Lives cut short.

It's OKAY. It was for LOVE! For the Gods little LOVE story! Roses and romance. Intricate silks and palace drama! How FUN. How ROMANTIC! Look at all these Pretty Boys~!

Sickening. Utterly sickening. It was enough to make me vomit.

My friends, my family, my servants and THEIR families. My PEOPLE. They were not SET DRESSING! Bodies to be thrown on the pyre! Fodder for the machine! The servants who snuck me candies as a child. Who stayed up late to rock me through nightmare. The friends who laughed and joined me in lessons, just so I wouldn't have to be alone.

The people who were so proud of me, I might as well be a daughter of their very own.

MY Guhwa.

I grit my teeth as it BURNED.

The story did speak of me. Or at least, a woman with my name. My face. A selfish, bitter, hateful thing. A lesser antagonist. Little power. After all? Why would a princess from such a minor kingdom have any power in his Majesty illustrious court? The Emperor was the son of heaven after all!

Did she go, I wondered, to seek an alliance? To seduce protection for our people? Was she there by choice at all? In my soul, somehow... somehow I always knew. Suspected. My answer.

Guhwa is just a notch in their belts. Another glorious conquest for their festering empire. Bloated and heaving, like an animal spoiled to rotting. They don't need our land. Do need our resources. It was about power. Control.

My... my people... my beloved people! DIED for their Power and Control!

I scream, wrathful and grieving, as I swing my glaive. Keeping distance as I strike down the vermin that swarm the palace. Let me die here. Please, gods! Let me DIE here! With my people. My Honored Father. With Guhwa!

There! Lazily striking down servants, who are fighting for their lives. I see golden fucking hair. You. That miserable, festering, philandering, PIECE OF SHIT! Come to claim so honors, have you? Glory in FUCKING BATTLE? What GLORY is there in this?!

My rage feels like acid. A roaring of dragons and a hushing of the world. Inside me, it is deafening. Outside? The world is far away. Only anger. Fury. RAGE. Kill him. Kill him! KILL HIM!! And on the ground, still held in the loyal hand of my Father's finest, is my means. A crossbow. One bolt.

Ignoring the battle around me, calm as tranquil waters at the heart of a hurricane, I lift... and fire.

My smile is gruesome, as I watch the fucker SCREAM.

Pity, it wasn't deep enough to kill. He turned. But I certainly took an eye. Kocked him from his pretty little horse. A grieving and bitter chokes free. I drop the bow. Turn to fight on. And... meet the eyes of Death.

Dragon eyes consider me, as they coolly assess. Storm grey hair like a war banner, crowning a face untouched by the brutality he's unleashing. The third prince, War God of the Golden Empire. Ah... I wonder if I should be honored? That humble Guhwa, required the Third Prince to destroy. Guess... ha ha, I guess my actions were not in vain. Just simply... not enough.

I glare. Bare my teeth like an animal. We will not die quietly. If they want our land? It will come blood soaked and in ASHES! Guhwa will give them NOTHING!

We do not BOW to the likes of YOU. Dogs!

Of course, though... the Gods Laugh. We are not favored. They make mockery, of humble Guhwa and it's pride. It's simple people. My Father, Our Lords, the Generals... all dead. They gather the defeated in ropes, on our knees. On the blood soaked ground before them. Women, children, and the wounded.

I kneel before them all, dragged alone to the front.

There fear is like a terrible weight at my back. But... but I can not show it. Will not show it. I am Guhwa's crown now. So, on twisted ankle and screaming knees, I sit properly. Befitting my station. My head unbowwed, my shoulders back. Let them take my head before they take my pride.

I AM Guhwa.

The blonde pretty boy fop, stomps out to hiss and lord over me. Sedately his half brother follows, generals in tow. Blonde boy has a new eye patch. I smirk. Oh dear, bite more the you can chew? May the wound fester unto death, you wretch. I spit. Get a backhand for my troubles. (There are screams. Voices howling in outrage and begging on my behalf. Children start to cry. I do not deserve them. I do not deserve them.)

He draws back a foot to kick me. I do not cower. Bare teeth stained in defiance. Dare him.

"Finish that action, brother, and I will take the leg to match that eye."

There is only one person, here, who would dare threaten the crown prince of that wretched land. More importantly? Only one who could and get away with it. I turn, half disbelieving, only to meet a predators gaze. Dragon eyes, picking me apart. The War God stolling forward, like he's come to examine an art piece, not a prisoner.

Dispite my pride... I feel fear.

His reputation precedes him. And it is not kind.

Still, I clench my hands, grit my teeth, and tilt my head up in defiance. You are NOTHING before me, so called War God! Your Empire TRASH! My Guhwa is worth ten THOUSAND of your filthy little cess pits! I sneer. The picture of royal distain.

(I shake, as his mouth curves ever so slightly in amusement. He sees through me. He sees through me!!)

Cool eyes move from me to his brother. I watch as they turn from cool to a cold and flat I have no name for. Dragons and death. All my mind can scream at me, is those eyes are dragons and death. Run. Be afraid. There... there is nothing human there. Not anymore, if there ever was.

Distantly, I hear the "main love interest" stomp his feet like a child. Rage and demand. He wants my death. My suffering. Humiliation and desecration. How DARE I fight back. Pathetic. I can not keep my disgust from my face. Nor do I try.

The third prince looks bored. Like he's waiting for a child to be "done". Get his little tantrum out of the way. Anyone with eyes can tell a decision was already reached, will not be changing, and the Crown prince's spoiled demands will not be met. The price of battle, after all, is the risk of injury. Did he think this a game?

(Yes. He clearly did. It is winning him no favors.)

"You're in a delicate state brother. It's clear the pain has overwhelmed you." The third prince interrupts, clearly done with tolerating his half brother. "I would hate for you to take a turn for the worst. You should go lay down."

The Crown Prince startles, struggles, but is ultimately manhandled away. All but dragged, shouting and cursing, by his brothers loyal towards the medical tent. Oh dear. Politics at play. Sure hope I haven't condemned the fucker, now that he's not "perfect". That would be terrible!

"Enjoy seeing him suffer, do you? Or is it the humiliation of being dragged away?" Caught staring, my gaze snaps back to the third prince. That terrifying little quirk of the lips is back. He's amused. "It's not hard. I'll show you how to do it."

What.

"You'll have to tell me what other sort of things amuse you. So I can gather them. After all, you're not going to be leaving for a while. I imagine you'd cause trouble, wouldn't you?"

The thought of me causing "trouble" is what finally does it. Turning his smirk into a full, predatory, grin. Like he can't decide if we wants to bark out laughter or bite me. Eyes hyperfocused like he's hoping I'll run. Somehow, someway, bolting so he can chase me down.

(Ice slides down my spine. I... I refuse! T-To be AFRAID!)

Keeping my voice imperious, unafraid, I demand to know why, exactly, I would need to tell him ANYTHING. His laugh is the chuffing of a beast. The exhale of air, more then sound. How cute I am. How funny! Don't I know? Haven't I realized yet?

Guhwa's been conquered. And I have a choice, here.

Either Guhwa get a new king, by force, or it gets wiped of the map! And HOW is this to happen? Oh, little princess, you know exactly how. You're a warbride! But hey, at least you'll be his honored FIRST wife. Instead of a concubine. Like the crown prince wanted.

I jerk back. Ready to hiss exactly where he can shove his... HIS-! When I remember my people behind me. A child, trying bravely not to cry too loud. An elder, whispering prayers. Turning my head... I... I can just barely see them. Dirty, battered, bloody. Willing to follow me straight into hell. They would not blame me if I refused.

Only I would.

Gritting my teeth, I close my eyes. Breathe deep. In, hold, release. Again. For... damn it. DAMN IT! For Guhwa. Be it poison or knife. My hands around his filthy throat. I will burn their wretched nation to the ground. Dance on it's ashes and return a QUEEN.

"That's it. Right there." When I open my eyes, he's crouched in front of me, staring intently at my face. "Beautiful~"

"You'd tear my throat out with your teeth if I gave you even half a chance, wouldn't you? Rip out my entrails and choke me with them. You wear hate so well, princess. Rage. I wonder... what other emotions can I drag out of you?"

He seemed almost gleeful, as he mused.

"Ah, what a perfect little bride I've found. A lovely little monster."

"I can't wait to break you and make you mine."